told her earlier in their chat session. Cat let out a mournful yelp. The pleasure was so exquisite. Fire incinerated her from the inside out. When he yanked her pajama bottom and panties down, and placed his mouth on her sex, Cat had to yell. His tongue barely unearthed her pussy lips when the ecstasy seized her so abruptly, Cat found herself being ambushed by a climax. Her head smashed against the wall, almost knocking down the copy of her Degas painting.
Cat didn’t care. The intensity of the pleasure shocked her. She’d never experienced an orgasm like this before. Her body shook, trembling when the last tide of pleasure ebbed away.
The stranger was back on his feet, pulling her close with his embrace. “Good, yes?”
Cat was breathless. “Insane, good, yes.”
“Shall we continue?”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t.”
He laughed, his eyes briefly scanned her cozy living room. “Your bedroom?”
“Yes, please.”
He swept her off the floor and carried her into the bed. Cat waited in a daze as she watched him undress. His cock was magnificent, like the rest of him. He gave her a starving kind of kiss before he mounted her. “My name is Shawn.”
“Shawn?”
“Your cyber lover.”
About the Author:
Lizzie Lynn Lee was a guitarist, receptionist, executive assistant, tarot reader, boutique owner and graphic artist before she discovered writing is her dream job. The advantage is she can do it in her pajamas and socks. She’s an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, book worm, digital enthusiast and a night owl since most of her stories were done in the wee hours of the morning because of her caffeine-induced insomnia. These days she still plays her guitar whenever she gets bored, staring at her computer’s screen or plotting the most elaborate scheme of world domination. Fortunately, she has a chronically short attention span.
She loves to hear back from her readers, so drop her a line at:
mailto:[email protected]
Cat didn’t care. The intensity of the pleasure shocked her. She’d never experienced an orgasm like this before. Her body shook, trembling when the last tide of pleasure ebbed away.
The stranger was back on his feet, pulling her close with his embrace. “Good, yes?”
Cat was breathless. “Insane, good, yes.”
“Shall we continue?”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t.”
He laughed, his eyes briefly scanned her cozy living room. “Your bedroom?”
“Yes, please.”
He swept her off the floor and carried her into the bed. Cat waited in a daze as she watched him undress. His cock was magnificent, like the rest of him. He gave her a starving kind of kiss before he mounted her. “My name is Shawn.”
“Shawn?”
“Your cyber lover.”
About the Author:
Lizzie Lynn Lee was a guitarist, receptionist, executive assistant, tarot reader, boutique owner and graphic artist before she discovered writing is her dream job. The advantage is she can do it in her pajamas and socks. She’s an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, book worm, digital enthusiast and a night owl since most of her stories were done in the wee hours of the morning because of her caffeine-induced insomnia. These days she still plays her guitar whenever she gets bored, staring at her computer’s screen or plotting the most elaborate scheme of world domination. Fortunately, she has a chronically short attention span.
She loves to hear back from her readers, so drop her a line at:
mailto:[email protected]
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